Everett

This is Everett

I stole this photo from Mel

Everett belongs to my sister D (the newly married, freshly pregnant sister)
She found him outside a coffee shop and he had assumably been dumped. But maybe he just wandered off. Got lost in the yard and then kept walking.
I say this because shortly after D found Everett, he had a seizure. He is taking meds but he still has them sometimes. What I am getting at is Everett is just not quite right. Mel calls him Blank Slate.
{If Everett and my son's dog Skip got together, they still would only have one half of a brain cell between them.}
When we were planning D's bridal shower, Everett spent a good hour staring at the refrigerator. 
He possibly/probably suffers from a bit of the brain damage.



This is how Everett sleeps.

Everett was staying at Mel's house yesterday. He somehow got loose and was gone a good portion of the day.

A neighbor found Everett in her yard.
He looked just like this:

So she assumed he was dead.
Everett is not dead and he is back home.
{I don't have all of the details about how they found him but the part of the story I know is funny enough.}

And I don't have to use any specific alphabet letters to tell it.